"A daddy should not be wondering what's under his stepdaughter's skirt!" nineteen-year-old Heather said to Caledon, standing in front of him, pointing a chiding finger at him.
He stammered: "I'm—I'm not, I just said, I, fuck, don't say that too loud, your mom—"
"Hey, you two," his wife Mary said, striding through the living room to get to the kitchen. "I'll be back in a few with dinner." Then she noticed her daughter Heather.
Heather was wearing a plaid, pleated pink miniskirt and white nylon thigh-highs. Her top, a sailor's uniform top with a tie, was cropped enough to show her bellybutton.
Mary looked at the outfit from head to toe, glanced at Caledon, sitting on the couch of the living room holding a smartphone, and shook her head at Heather.
"Did you finish your homework?" Mary asked her daughter.
Heather rolled her eyes. "I'm in college now, mom."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a 'mind-your-own-business', mom."
"Better be a yes if you've got time for these silly costume videos." She pointed at Caledon. "You indulge her too much."
She continued to the kitchen. Caledon craned his neck towards the back door in time to hear his wife Mary and the dog walk out.
He turned back to his stepdaughter angrily. "For fucks sake."
She only laughed at him. "She's gone." She threw her hands up into her hair and continued dancing.
He shook his head at her.
"She saw us, you know," he said.
"She knows I do dance videos. It's okay. Get ready." She stomped her feet in annoyance. "But don't fucking stop till I tell you, daddy."
"Okay, okay," he said, adjusting himself on the couch. "Let's get this over with," he said. He held up the smartphone again and readied himself to press record. "Ready?" He watched her image on the phone. "Here goes," he said.
He pressed record. Music started. She jumped and started swaying to the K-pop music.
"Beautiful," he said.
"Shush," she said.
Her hands were in her hair and her mouth open in a sexy look. She thrust her butt out in different directions and grinned. She stuck her tongue out at him and twerked her little body. Then she spun around and ended it with a pose.
"Ah-ha," he cried out. "I knew it! What's that?"
She pulled her skirt back down. "Nothing."
"Exactly. You've got no panties on." He crossed his arms. "Heather, honey, tell me you're not exposing yourself on this app thing."
With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she said, "No. Hello. I'd get banned, daddy."
"Good."
"And I don't do that."
"Good."
She smiled sweetly. "Only for private customers."
"Good. Wait, what?"
"And you," she added.
Their eyes met. He leaned back and smiled. His other hand slid up between his legs where a bulge was pushing against his pants. She noticed. She continued dancing but was now inching towards him. When he realized what she was doing, he lost him smile and bit his lip.
He opened his legs and aimed the camera up at her. She stood between his legs and danced, staring down at him. She pointed at him and grinned while dancing. She played with the hem again, teasing. He stopped recording and put the phone down.
She put a hand on his shoulder.
She straddled one of his thighs.
She moaned a little. She rolled her hips a little.
He smiled at her pleasuring herself on his thigh.
"Nice," he said.
"Bounce me," she said.
"Your mom'll be back any minute..."
"Bounce me," she said firmly.
He hesitated. Then she gasped as he pushed his knee up a little into her.
"Mm," she said to that as she rocked away gently on his knee.
"That feels good, bumpkin?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," she said with a playful nod and giggle. Then she groaned as she rubbed herself on him back and forth. She squeaked when he bounced his thigh into her. He did it again as she panted.
"You got all sorts of crazy outfits, don't you?" he said, looking at her tie and skirt and thigh-highs.
She exhaled suddenly and gasped and then sighed. "Yeah. Cosplay."
"You're like an animated schoolgirl."
"Yes?" she whispered between moans.
"And me, I'm..."
"Yes?"
"The monster!"
"What?"
